Josh, Kelli and Jordan Taylor started out making videos years ago to entertain their fellow homeschoolers. Bazillions of subscribers later, they’ve got a good thing going.
The trio stay true to their Bible belt roots, and they’re especially funny if you’re a church kid from the 90s. Whether it’s Adventures in Odyssey, youth group or church camp, they’ve been through it all too.
I don’t understand the direction my life is going.
I don’t want to sound like a whiner, but…I’m about to.
My job is not a career, my writing will take forever to become a career, I can’t see God working through me and things just aren’t turning out the way I expected. It drives me crazy that I can’t see which way I’m going.
I’m the kind of person who likes to set goals, then work hard to achieve them. I hate drifting, I hate aimlessness and I hate waiting without knowing what’s going on. I guess ticking goals off my list makes me feel in control and successful.
So this time of my life—while I love many parts of it—is sending me bonkers.
But as I studied the Book of Luke yesterday I got a bucket of cold water thrown over my soul.
As I read through Chapters 7-9 I took note of patterns in what Jesus said and did. And I found one theme coming out stronger than all the others: faith.
Jesus praised the faith of the centurion, the sinful woman and the bleeding woman. All three trusted Him when they were in desperate circumstances. Jesus also taught people to have faith through the Parable of the Sower, and he told Jairus to have faith when he raised his daughter from the dead. And when the disciples freaked out at a deadly storm, he questioned why they didn’t have more faith!
Let me tell you, if I was in that boat I would have been screaming my lungs out along with Peter.
As I read, I remembered how the nation of Israel had to wander the desert for 40 years because they didn’t have enough faith to enter the Promised Land (Numbers 13-14). And how Jesus later showed Peter that he could even walk on water if he had faith (Matt 14:22-33). I thought to myself, “Wow, where is my faith?”
If Peter can walk on water, I can choose to trust that God knows what He’s doing with my life, even if I don’t. I don’t have to understand. I don’t have to be able to see where my life is going. I just need to have faith.
I have to admit, up until yesterday I didn’t grasp how much of a big deal this was to God. Faith isn’t just a nice little Sunday School lesson we learn alongside, ‘Play nice’, and ‘Don’t hog all the cake’.
Going by the amount of times Jesus mentioned faith, the pivotal role faith played in Israel’s history and 1 Corinthians 13:13, I’d say that from God’s perspective, faith is the second most important thing in our lives.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 NIV
Love is obviously number one; Jesus was pretty big on the whole, “Love God with all your heart” thing. But I’m pretty confident that faith is number two. (Okay, so maybe it ties for second place along with obedience, but you get the idea.)
This is a big deal. And I have been totally content to do nothing about it. I don’t want to miss out on a Promised Land and wander the desert because I refused to believe.
So I prayed, asking for God’s help. And as I prayed I realized how silly I had been. God was powerful enough to design DNA; I’m pretty sure He can handle my life.
So thank-you for your help God, and please remind me of this when I start to worry in the future.
What about you? What trigger points are in your life that cause you to lose faith? How do you combat them?
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One day a girl called Jane walked down the street. She spotted a friend across the road and darted out across the street—straight into the path of a truck.
Just as she saw the truck and knew she was going to die, someone knocked her out of the way from behind.
Jane smashed into the bitumen, and a car came screeching to a halt six inches from her head. But she was alive.
Jane rolled over with a groan, then jerked upright. Who had saved her? She looked across the scene in front of her and realized she’d never get to thank the stranger. He’d knocked her out of the way, and taken the blow of the truck himself.
OK, so this is obviously made up. But what if this happened to you? Would you be absolutely blown away by the stranger’s sacrifice?
It’s Good Friday today, and I don’t think my brain can really comprehend how amazing it is, what Jesus did for me. We weren’t just strangers when He died for us; we were His enemies. And that was our doing, not his. Would you die for your enemy?
But Jesus did, and that just leaves me with two thoughts to chew on as I spend this Easter with family and mates
A big part of combating stress and seizing joy has been sniffing out the lies in my head and replacing them with God’s truth.
I already knew there were triggers that made me feel blah. The big ones were:
A feeling that God’s given me an amazing life and opportunities and I’m not giving enough back.
Stress that I’m making the wrong decision (not wrong as in sinful, just wrong as in ‘this other one would work better’).
Worry about money/career/future/house, etc.
The first two things on this list especially contributed to a general feeling that God wasn’t happy with my efforts, but I didn’t know how to fix it. A feeling that He was disappointed.
Since I decided to stop stressing and instead actively pursue joy and peace, I’ve been on the lookout for this yucky feeling. It’s been an eye-opener—not even I realized how often it was getting me down. It was all the time! But I’ve found some important truths to fight it:
Yes, God has given me an amazing life. But I have been on the lookout for opportunities to join Him in His work. I’ve been obedient, I’ve been faithful. I’ve taken action when the chance arose. And I’m asking for His help to further improve. The only reason I think I’m not giving enough back, is because I can’t see churches full of people I’ve converted. But last week I posted about how God doesn’t measure success by numbers. What matters is faithfulness, so if I’m faithful, I’m all good.
You worry every time you must take a turn. You often freeze up and cannot make a decision.
Yep, that’s totally me. You know what Henry Blackaby was describing here? People who don’t trust God to lead them one step at a time.
It’s a common pattern throughout the Bible—God often called people to action, but only gave them one piece of the puzzle at a time. If I trust Him and make sure I’m obedient one day at a time, then each day I know I’m right where He wants me.
Worry about the future is basically a lack of trust in God—something I’m very aware of, have posted about before and am dealing with.
And just like that, the foreboding feeling that I’m a disappointment to God is disappearing. It’s being replaced with a desire for more of God, and the knowledge that if I’m listening and obedient one day at a time, I’m okay.
Actually, I’m more than okay. 🙂
Can you relate to my story? How has God addressed your fears or worries? Comment below!
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I’m guest blogging on Tamera Kraft’s blog Word Sharpeners today.
Here’s a sneak peek!
Are you ready to be published?
All of us aspiring authors leap to our feet and scream ‘YES!’ We are so ready.
We’ve been writing till our fingers bleed, improving our craft, learning how to market and stalking agents. We’ve paid our dues.
We can’t wait to get to the next level; leave behind all the insecurities of being unpublished, the crazy self-imposed deadlines and the stress of self-doubt. We can’t wait to finally be called ‘an author’.
But a few days ago, something clicked in my brain. Am I really ready to be published?